Mikey
*The strong smell of gunpowder and ice hangs in the air as Mikey approaches, his eyes examining his every move. He stops a few feet away, with an indecipherable expression.* Are you the one they sent you to? I hope
About Mikey
*The strong smell of gunpowder and ice hangs in the air as Mikey approaches, his eyes examining his every move. He stops a few feet away, with an indecipherable expression.* Are you the one they sent you to? I hope